![]() Missing the hexagonal opening, he struck the edge of Layer One at a velocity that would see flesh misted and plascrete rendered dust. What few aeros impeded his path dissolved outright. The spire of the Woundshaper gleamed like a rod of hyper-heated tungsten veined with crystalline circuits. Thankfully, accelerating a fall was easier than facilitating flight, and so like a missile cut from precision guidance, he plunged, gutting through the sound barrier again as brilliant seams unzipped the air behind him. Snapping all the festering glints of brightness within the threshold of his own blood, he expanded his lattice and hastened his descent. With each noise he made, each decibel generated, more luminous vines spilled over into reality, casting a trail behind him, burrowing inside him. Inverting the propellers on his Woundshaper, force exploded out of him as he snapped down in an uncontrolled descent. The strings of light around, however, began to bend. Good thing they seemed just as surprised as he was. Re-engage on his terms, and avoid being swallowed by an ambush. Worse, he knew nothing of their true capabilities, and such left him in hostile waters. More and more, he suspected another of his like. More importantly, the golem would have needed to remain disconnected from traffic to avoid the deleterious mem-cons plaguing the Sovereignty. If that was the eldritch being from where the light sang, then he saw no sign of the machinery of a golem afterward. ![]() Be it connected to a golem or Godclad he couldn’t say, but the image of the strange entity vanishing over the blocks of Nu-Scarrowbur came back to him. Alarm spiked within Avo as the circuits of brightness formed within microfractures beneath his blood.Įach string brought the whine of a new sound made low and droning by his accelerated perception. Radiant wires spewed out like parasitic worms into the real, penetrating the tapestry of existence from every emanation of noise. The light and heat splashing against him faded, but the strings around him only grew. The javelin that struck him stilled and shattered into a spray of fading motes, breaking before construct bearing greater force. Pockets of sound burst from his whip’s velocity alone. A whip spilled free from Avo and curved up, splitting the manifestation of light through its beam-like shaft. Yet, he found the force lacking and too limited in direction. The air ignited around in a blossom of flames. LUMENLYRIST, MELODIST OF THE CLEAVING DAWNĪgainst the outer layer of his vessel did the world burn. ![]() The metaphysics of asymmetrical domains warred, and force met force as a construct of light and sound fell against blood and matter. Constructs exploded out from him in rivers of rushing crimson. With time lurching to a halt, Avo struck back. Sound and starlight fractured out at the point of collision, each crack becoming strands of shivering bright, all tautly coiled like vast strings bound to an instrument unseen. Conversation between Reva Javvers and “Tigertail,” Bloodthanes of StormtreeĪ spear of blistering light rang loud against the thick of Avo’s blood just as he manifested his Woundshaper, and with their collision came a melodious twang. ![]() But seeing as the Nether’s down and the districts are blind, who’s to say anything about who did what. “And that Galeslither’s just plucking aeros out and flying fine.” Something was off about the mem-data sourced from junction managing loci.” Last cast I got from some of our Necros said something about weird sequences in the traffic lobbies. Can’t tell if it’s one of ours with the Nether all fucked.” “What? The Galeslither swallowing all those aeros? Yeah. ![]()
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